“Nymph, I wonder where you are going
Your hair
In the midnight air
Blowing.
Your face is a mask
Dare I ask
What be your task?
The gate’s hinges squeak
And the owl speaks,
“She may do as she will
For good or ill.
The light is on in yonder place.
Oh her face
Such passing grace”.
—
“Man why so pale of face?
Why pace
You so
To and fro?
Your eyes fixed on the clock
Straining to hear the gentle knock.
Your sweat
Carries the scent of regret.
The owl winks,
“Methinks
Some things are better left unsaid
As mere conjectures in the head.
Do they ill or well.
Be it heaven or hell
I will not tell”.
K Morris - Poet 
your writing is intoxicating, beautiful.
Many thanks for your lovely comment. Best wishes. Kevin
Kevin, I really enjoy your poetry and this is no exception. Beautiful piece well written and well thought out. Keep it up my friend.
Many thanks David. I am delighted you enjoy my poetry. All the very best. Kevin
All the best to you as well, my friend. Kevin long life and prosper
Thank you David! Kevin
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Kevin, at New Author Online, poetry is always incredible and this poem is beautiful and very well written! Please follow the link to New Author Online.
Many thanks for sharing Jen. Much appreciated. Kind regards. Kevin
Always welcome Kevin! An privilege to share your work!
Thank you Jen. Kevin
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This poem is really beautiful, Kevin. You need to give it a lovely name.
Many thanks, I’m pleased you like my poem so much. I will think of an appropriate name. Perhaps “The Nymph and the Owl”, but I will give it some further thought. Kevin Virus-free. http://www.avast.com